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Drip.

Drip.

Caleb listened to the rhythmic water. It helped calm him. What he had done before was stupid and cowardly. He should help others who were in the same trouble as him. He couldn’t cower at every issue he encountered. But what could he do now.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Water. Caleb still had his canteen. He had his axe and revolver. He had his worker’s knowledge. He had clothes and life. Could be worse. They had time to think.

Drip, drip.

Drip, drip.

The water had quickened its pace. It struck Caleb as odd. Could the collapse of the tunnel crack a spring open? Springs should be close to the surface.  Did that mean that they were close to the surface. Feeling his way in the dark, Caleb found the trickle of water. It went up a wall and abruptly stopped. The area was muddy and rock fragment fell easily. Probing gently, Caleb found the trickle did not increase as he dug. Still cautious, he pushed his arm into the small hole he had made. By his elbow, he felt air. Quickly spinning his hand Caleb felt smooth rock, no, concrete. it was damp and the trickle he had found continued from the top of the hole out of his reach.

Retracking his hand, Caleb looked in. He couldn’t tell for sure but there could be light inside. A proverbial light at the end of the tunnel chucked Caleb. Moving fast, he pulled on stones around the hole. Concrete was manmade and so man was there. Get in and it would lead to men and to warm houses and information. The loose rocks were clear now. The hole was only big enough for his head. Turning, Caleb went and got his axe. Using the flat side as a hammer, he proceeded to enlarge the opening. The others noticed by now and were coming over the see what was up.

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